Murda – Quality Control feat. Domingo lyrics

Lyrics Murda – Quality Control

Murda lyrics
Money paper racks cash blue hunnids guapa-nese
Foreign bitches suckin fuckin got em all on they knees
All my niggas totin pistols even with felonies
And they shoot em like a camera n***a say cheese
I know niggas bangin Bloods Crips and some G s
And I got them shooters cross the country overseas
These Percocet 10 s got me geekin feel like Hercules
It s murda murda murda murda murda murda season
It s murda murda murda murda murda murda season

[Post-Chorus: Domingo]
Them young niggas killin hurtin niggas for no reason )
Free my brothers down the road locked up but still eatin
And they ll still never ever fold
When they see the judge ain t no pleadin

[Verse 1: Domingo]
It s just me and Duke Deuce (Duke Deuce)
We gon beat a n***a a*s til he turn black & blue
See the opps we gon shoot (Brrah)
All these dead bodies n***a recognize who was who
Way I ran got em spooked (What)
I came in with the gang so I ma pull up with the troops (Gang)
And I ain t ever gon switch versuri-lyrics.info
And my n***a wiped your nose there s no one you can use
Murda murda murda murda murda murda
These niggas gangsta poppin s**t til we turn em
Into bitches yes we keep that fire we gon burn em )
No you can t buy them stripes n***a gotta earn em

[Chorus: Domingo]
Money paper racks cash blue hunnids guapa-nese
Foreign bitches suckin fuckin got em all on they knees
All my niggas totin pistols even with felonies
And they shoot em like a camera n***a say cheese
I know niggas bangin Bloods Crips and some G s
And I got them shooters cross the country overseas
These Percocet 10 s got me geekin feel like Hercules
It s murda murda murda murda murda murda season
It s murda murda murda murda murda murda season (Murda)

[Post-Chorus: Duke Deuce]
1-2-3-4 trappers up in my bando (Up in my bando)
5-6-7-8 sticks so the b***h better get low
(B***h better get low)
You think of Duke Deuces Memphis (Memphis)
Makin easy money and pimpin (Pimpin )
Whole lotta robbin and dealin (And dealin )
Man everybody here killin (Man everybody killin )

[Verse 2: Duke Deuce]
I heat up and beat up the block
I G up to keep up to re-up the stock (Re-up the stock)
Look what I am what you re not
The people they eat up cause all my s**t hot (My s**t hot)
I m out with no fours my ice is cold
His ice cream rocky road (Rocky road)
Stick to the code I never fold
I put that on the fours (Diddy)
You can see in a n***a eyes some hunger (Don t bother me)
N***a f**k with me they gon hide lil homie
Yeah my nuts hangin ain t no gangbangin
Why the f**k you shootin if you ain t aimin ?
Goin one-fifty end up half-capped
With the red seats like a dark angel

[Chorus: Domingo]
Money paper racks cash blue hunnids guapa-nese
Foreign bitches suckin fuckin got em all on they knees
All my niggas totin pistols even with felonies
And they shoot em like a camera n***a say cheese
I know niggas bangin Bloods Crips and some G s
And I got them shooters cross the country overseas
These Percocet 10 s got me geekin feel like Hercules
It s murda murda murda murda murda murda seasonnn

Quality Control lyrics